*waves* Hello, I have been spending all my time writing lecture notes (turns out you can't just... show up... and talk for 45 minutes; that goes badly), grading, and speaking politely but firmly to my elected representatives.
One of them is so terrible that, although I will still call their office, I am looking into starting a PAC solely to unseat him. So help me, I'll try.
I went and saw ANOTHER specialist. Dear readers, let me say only that he mansplained IgE to me. That will tell you how helpful this person was. (Also, he assumed I was enrolled in biology, rather than TEACHING it. A sincere fuck you, dude.)
I am maybe in 90% less pain (which is a big improvement, and yet...) and at about 75% of normal function. I can't really use my left shoulder for anything heavier than a small watermelon. You will immediately note that a two year old is heavier than a small watermelon.
I have applied for another job in Judging How Well Things Do Things to Other Things. I have heard nothing. The spouse's co-worker would be my immediate boss. I alternate between 'this is fine' about my current job and 'but how many more years of this do I have in me, is one the answer?' I... no, I can't wait until Sweetpea is in kindergarten, people, which will be in THREE AND A HALF more years. No. Something has to change before that.
I kind of like lecturing. But also, for reasons, I hate it some. Most of those reasons are 'teaching only non-science-majors.' They don't care. I don't care. Why the fuck are we titrating again? I don't even know, kids. Titrate faster so we can all go home.